When their father comes
home with ammo instead of food, Dean becomes furious.

It's the way their
father operates, the way he's always been. And as the old saying
goes, you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but sometimes Dean
wanted to pond the reality into that old dog's skull.

But because he's a
good son, he doesn't make a sound as their father drops boxes of
ammo on the table instead of bread and butter. Instead he simply goes
out himself, lifts someone's wallet then buys food for the three of
them.

When he comes home to
Sam staring at the door because hunger won't let him sleep, Dean
still doesn't allow his anger to control him. Instead he simply
gives Sam the food, encouraging him to eat most of his own share.

But when he's alone,
Sammy fast asleep on the other side of his bed, their father snoring
away on the bed next over, he allows the anger to swell over.

Hot tears stream down
his face, his finger nails bit into the flesh at his palm.

He knows he's stuck
in this never-ending horror show. He knows his father is never going
to bring home food, he knows the old dog will never learn.

And he knows he'll
always be stuck in the same pattern. Because he's a good son who
won't leave, he's a good son who will take care of everything his
father won't.

He's a good son, but
sometimes, he wishes he wasn't.

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